1 This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning earsAll nature sings, and round me ringsThe music of the spheres.This is my Father's world;I rest me in the thoughtOf rocks and trees, of skies and seas--His hand the wonders wrought.

2 This is my Father's world:The birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, Declare their Maker's praise.This is my Father's world:He shines in all that's fair;In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me ev'rywhere.

3 This is my Father's world:O let me ne'er forgetThat though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.This is my Father's world:The battle is not done;Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and heav'n be one.